There is a very nice, successful man who I really thought I could connect with. He first wife died, his second wife…20 years younger, very blonde, very pretty…left with lots of stuff in tow. I figured this very nice man might be interested in someone a little closer to his age; maybe he was ready for a real relationship.
Our paths crossed a few times, and he didn’t express anything other than a friendly exchange.
Last week I learned he is pursuing a colleague of mine who is…you guessed it…20 years younger than him and very, very blonde.
Did my self-esteem suffer? Nope. Bless his heart. If you are from the south, you know what that really means .